Sharp Wit

My skin is getting weaker
it's getting harder to fight
and stay i nt he light
with the darkness pulling at my shoulders
and blowing out my candle

Cut sharp wit
sting me with your grasp for weaker prey
And just as plots build and suspense grows,
She dodges the plays and twists the knife
It's a begging nature that is the antagonist,
as well as the hero that confronts and destroys.

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